Farewell to 80 Cents and Frothy Goodness

Goodbye 80 cents.

Goodbye hot chocolate.

I wanted you this morning, you know.
You popped into my head and I could not let you go.

I imagined your frothy goodness on my tounge, warming me from the inside out.

And I wanted you.

I found a dollar bill in my wallet, and I knew I could have you.

How excited I was!

A little cup of joy to brighten a cold, snowy Monday morning at work.

You were just a short walk away.

I sped down the stairs and through the door to where I knew they kept you.

I placed by dollar in the Maxwell House vending machine,

And selected you: "whipped hot chocolate" "large."

My change was dispensed,

The machine purred to life....

Swirling and twirling inside-

Dispensing hot, frothy goodness.

The smell of delicious, creamy melted chocolate filled me.

My mouth watered.

Oh how I longed for you.

I peered through the small door that separated you and me, me and you-

"NO!" I shouted.

"It can't be!" I exclaimed.

And I watched,

helplessly,

hopelessly

As your last drops trickled

D
o
w

n

Into

-not a cup-

But the dark, abyss of the drain.

Goodbye 80 cents.

Goodbye hot chocolate.

I will never forget what could have been...